The thin old man was very warm. He said, "We're a matchmaker. You're going to help me this time!"
"Where's your father-in-law Wen? Let's go in and talk." The matchmaker invited Wentou in. With one hand, she grabbed the button on the slanting collar. "Hey, my son-in-law Wen, I haven't seen you for a long time. I miss you so much. Just listen to my matchmaker. If your woman doesn't change her bad temper, she can't get married..."
"Could it be? The thin old man went inside to be a matchmaker? What does he mean by asking for help? What's the meaning of calling him that mushy?" The machete man said. He did not have any other thoughts and just waited for the old man to come out.
Old Wen shut the door as soon as he entered. After a while, the lights in the matchmaker's room went out, and then
